[ Bucky has no idea if it will, but he's hoping that if he keeps repeating that his body will start believing it too. The smell dissipates, but he can still taste it in the back of his throat. With his head still down, he grabs his glass and chugs it back. The alcohol helps sterilize the bitter tang of rotting flesh and sorts out his head.
And once he gets his bearings, Bucky feels so embarrassed over his little tantrum. They don't come often outside his dreams, but when they do he's lucky enough to usually be alone. On the bright side, at least he hadn't hit Billy. ]
Sorry... [ He tries to make it sound flippant, but it's obvious how flustered he is. ] That sort of thing... happens sometimes.
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[ Bucky has no idea if it will, but he's hoping that if he keeps repeating that his body will start believing it too. The smell dissipates, but he can still taste it in the back of his throat. With his head still down, he grabs his glass and chugs it back. The alcohol helps sterilize the bitter tang of rotting flesh and sorts out his head.
And once he gets his bearings, Bucky feels so embarrassed over his little tantrum. They don't come often outside his dreams, but when they do he's lucky enough to usually be alone. On the bright side, at least he hadn't hit Billy. ]
Sorry... [ He tries to make it sound flippant, but it's obvious how flustered he is. ] That sort of thing... happens sometimes.